Rich Chigga - JoY | Текст песни

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12 in the morning
Pop shells for a living
And berry gon' smell blood trail every minute
Rogue wave on you niggas no fail when I hit em
Everytime I see a pig, I don't hesitate to kill em
Ain't nobody give a fuck about a rule
Either get diplomas or a tool
Imma cool with my youngins
No bool when im sprayin'
This K at you fuckas
Fuck a gang affiliated with nothing but my name

[Hook]
Man I don't give a fuck about a motha fuckin po, imma pull up with that stick and hit yo mother, fuckin door (2x)

[Verse 2]
People be starving
And people be killing for food
With that crack and that spoon
But these rich mothafuckas they stay eatin' good
Droppin' wage livin good
Holdin steel Glocks but you been a bitch suck a thick cock
Fuck a crip walk hit the strip like in bangkok
Never ever see me ever trip bout a lil broad
See me on the tv screamin \"bitch you a damn fraud\"
And you dont wanna fuck with a chigga like me
When I pull up in that Maserati, better duck fore ya brain
Splatter on the concrete, imma hit you with that 45
Bullet hit yo neck 'round the bowtie, lookin like a thriller
Film bitch imma go right back with the clip in I know
You be shakin dont test me bitch i might just click at yo noggin

[Hook]
Man I don't give a fuck about a motha fuckin po, imma pull up with that stick and hit yo mother, fuckin door (2x)

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